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grindhard e - fentanyl lyrics

d+mn, i’m high as h+ll
went to make a play and i ain’t weight it and i forgot my scale
[?] ‘burbs [?] the hood, i feel dumb as h+ll
fiend knocked on the door without calling, i ain’t got nothing for sale
he might be workin’ for 12
shut down traffic [?]
take a trip to cali get some bowls and i’m usin’ the mail
heard a opp got dropped and there’s people ain’t takin’ it well
broke ass n+gga get locked up, can’t even pay for they bill
n+gga f+ck with me or one of mine, i’m sendin’ some sh+ll
sellin’ straight drop, i ain’t ever use no fentanel, i mеan fentanyl
sometimes i lеt my money speak, don’t need to talk
real lean head, get the drank i might sip it raw
so if you see me noddin’ in and out, don’t bother me
high as well with my white b+tch, this not [?]
a zip of work broke down the rock, tryna find some fiends
ridin’ ’round with some [?] like some sack of [?]
i mix hollows and [?] in my magazine
2 ars and a micro we can’t ride with these
lookin’ for some opps, it feel like we playin’ hide and seek
knock a n+gga head off his shoulders, ‘think ’bout tryin’ me
this hoe sucked me up for so long, i know her jawbones weak
i’m ’bout to put this other b+tch on block, she keep callin’ me
put my phone on do not disturb so my b+tch won’t see
f+ck around and missed 13 plays cause my sh+t didn’t ring
told my fiends when you call for hard, ask for timothy, the soft christina, and for the pills ask for dr. e
aye bro i think [?] comin’, you better hide the weed
he always comin’ around freeloading wantin’ something for free
i need a five pack of [?]
i payed 300 for a half, hope i find a c
i’ma give it to my white boy and let him roll the weed
dope good, my fiend want a [?]
ended up with his car too, made him leave his keys
drunk so much promethazine, had to take a bean
d+mn why i drink a 8 of green?
now everything my b+tch say irritatin’ me
i feel like she tryna pick a fight, she gon’ make me leave
i don’t know why i drink this sh+t, this sh+t make me mean
like, get away from me
after we break up, [?] b+tch can never stay with me
f+ck 40 dollars i just gave a b+tch a eighth for weed
gave my fiend 50 and a rock for a 8 of lean, and it was not no green
i just smoked a zip of exotic weed outta fronto leaf
glock and a drake by my side we got a lot more heat
i’ll have my nephew take your sh+t, but he is not no thief

- grindhard e lyrics

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